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Epsilon-65 (“Meddling Kids”)

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Item #: SCP-3342

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Given SCP-3342's status in the community, total informational containment is unfeasible. Measures have been made to designate the former site of Corinthian Ministries and its associated campground as a health-hazard site, using a standard methamphetamine lab explosion cover story.

There are currently no attempts being made to further explore SCP-3342. Under no circumstances should SCP-3342-1 be aided in any way. If SCP-3342-1 attempts escape, on-site agents are to non-lethally deter the object to ensure its continued presence in SCP-3342.

While SCP-3342-2 requires no special containment, all researchers Level 2/3342 and higher have been assigned to pinpoint the method by which it was created.

Description: SCP-3342 is the former site of the Corinthian Ministries Wellness Center, a religious institution that specialized in the homosexual-to-heterosexual conversion therapy of minors. It was located in Doulworth County, Ohio. SCP-3342 is a Level 5 Ecto-geographical site, marked by its consistently changing layout, non-Euclidean spaces, and sentience. The Corinthian Ministries Wellness Center was not built on the convergence points of any leylines, real or imagined, and maintained no special significance before its anomalous activity.

SCP-3342's anomaly began on 14 February 2013. Of the individuals present at SCP-3342, three members of janitorial staff and two nurses were accounted for in the aftermath. The individuals considered “lost” to SCP-3342 include 16 patients SCP-3342-2, six nurses, one member of janitorial staff, two clergymen, and SCP-3342-1. Currently, only SCP-3342-1 and SCP-3342-2 have manifested within the structure.

SCP-3342-1 is the designation given to the various manifestations of former Corinthian Ministries Wellness Center Director, Dr. Edwin Gladden. Instances of SCP-3342-1 show a strong aversion to all contact with living beings and only seek to escape from SCP-3342. While most instances of SCP-3342-1 remain nonverbal, a number have been reported to attempt to sing hymns. SCP-3342 generally manifest naked and appear to be undergoing extreme gastrointestinal distress. SCP-3342-1 instances are, without exception, either consumed by the architecture of the SCP-3342 space or SCP-3342-2.

SCP-3342-2 refers to an entity or number of entities that exist within the space of SCP-3342-2. SCP-3342-2 is a humanoid with a pink and blue coloration. SCP-3342-2 exhibits the the abilities to changes its size, manipulate the structure of its body along with that of the SCP-3342 space, and generate electricity. It has no outwardly visible organs, and its only orifice is a mouth containing muscular digits. SCP-3342-2 maintains a single-minded drive to torture instances of SCP-3342-1 in various ways, most involving usage of electricity or genital mutilation utilizing its massive appendages, followed by consumption. SCP-3342-2 will ignore those who enter SCP-3342 unless there is an attempt to free or otherwise alleviate the distress of an instance of SCP-3342-1. The individual will then be either consumed by the architecture of SCP-3342 or SCP-3342-2.

EXPLORATION LOG:

Post-Recovery Interview with E-65 Gamma:

Due to the trauma E-65 Gamma underwent during exploration of SCP-3342, the agent was supplied with sedatives. Further interviews are impossible, due to the interviewer's disregard of protocol in allowing E-65 Gamma to undergo amnestic therapy before the Site Researcher gave approval. However, given E-65 Gamma's mental state, the chances of any further usable information retrieval were low. Despite this, the interviewer has been relieved of her position, with full employment termination pending.

Interviewer: Are you comfortable, Bri—I mean, Gamma?

E-65 Gamma: [Indecipherable speech.]

I: Could you repeat that?

E-65: Lights.

The lights in the interview room are then turned on. E-65 Gamma screams and requests the lights be kept off again. During the rest of the interview, E-65 Gamma visibly shakes and gags.

I: We can keep this brief if you need it. We just really need to hear what happened when we lost contact.

E-65 G: I, oh god. Wish I could say. Didn't remember. [ E-65 G shutters. ] Mouth. When it pulled me into its mouth. They pulled me down, and they kept pulling me down, pushing me. Like fingers. Pulling, probing, yanking, poking. Made me think of my little brother. Poked me in the side when I got the front seat in the car. [ E-65 G vomits what is later found to be a mixture of gruel and urine. After it is disposed of and E-65 G is offered the chance to clean himself, the interview continues. ]

Post-Exploration Interview with E-65 Alpha:

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Selection from Former Patient Interview 05:

In an attempt to rule out the anomaly as being derived from past events, the Foundation clandestinely conducted interviews posing as government medical officials, utilizing the possibility of long term exposure to hazardous chemical given the SCP-3342 cover story. The following is an interview with former patient Danielle Myron.

Danielle Myron: I hadn't thought of the place in, well, a few months at least. Maybe I just tried to forget about it. I have a lot of trouble remembering a lot of shit, I guess, with all the electroshock they put me through.

Interviewer: And this was in 2004, correct? Electro-convulsive therapy was illegal for that by then.

DM: [ She laughs. ] Waste not, want not. And who's gonna throw out a bunch of electrodes? Nah, if you're an old creep, you keep that for the real obstinate ones.

I: I'm so sorry.

DM: No, it's fine. It's really hard for me to get worked up about it. [ She laughs, shakes her head, and tilts her head at the interviewer. ] Can I tell you something funny? Well, maybe not funny. Something weird.

I: That's exactly what I'm here for, ma'am.

DM: This might be too far for you guys, even.

I: Well, now I have to know. Call it human curiosity at this point.

DM: The night before it happened, before the drug thing blew up or whatever. I had a dream about the place. Which isn't weird. I used to dream about the place constantly. But, this was so different. I was in the electroshock room, only Dr. Gladden was in the seat. He was crying, but he was singing. One of those maddening hymns. He'd always be singing them, to himself, to you, as you were throwing up or shitting your pants. But this was different. He was being shocked. And it kept interrupting the song. Interrupting the warbling. I couldn't see who was doing the shocking. But I got the idea it was the kids. The kids who were still there. And something left me to join them. Something whispered to this hatred inside of me, and then it was at the controls. And it was wracking through Dr. Gladden's brains. And it asked me if I wanted to stay. And I said no.

I: And then?

DM: I woke up. Horrible nightmare.

I: Most people wouldn't exactly call it that. It sounds cathartic.

DM: I'd've thought so, too. And I feel so free ever since that dream. Freer than I've been in a long time. Like that hate inside of me got to stay while I got to leave. But they don't get that. They died when they were maddest, the most betrayed, the most in pain. I hope there's a heaven for these kids and a hell for Dr. Gladden. They won't forgive. God knows I haven't. But maybe, one day they can forget. And then rest.


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